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Do you have breast and bottom?

- I guess I do.

- If you are good you'll get a penny.

But you've to stand naked for me.

A little more to the right!

So, yes, like that.

- Is Mr. Zorn ready?

- There's no more space.

It does look great.

Really impressive.

Who painted that one?

It shows clearly that

Richard Bergh is not really healthy!

Oh well...

- Our paintings are not visible!

- Possibly with binoculars.

- Not everyone can get the best place!

- There are yours hanging.

First I hung my paintings

over there.

- But the minister insisted.

- Now I'm getting really angry!

- He demanded that I moved them!

- And only yours, of course?

So it's the minister

who has hanged them up!

- You are a selfish villain!

- Now you're kidding!

You guys aren't expecting high prices.

That's difficult for me to imagine!

- Now you're nasty!

- There is no life in your paintings.

It tastes like sticking your tongue

out of the window!

Rascals!

Excuse me...

- I hope Mr. Zorn is feeling better.

- Slightly better.

It was good.

- That little swatter is so ridiculous!

- Poor him...

He wanted to escape

form his commissioner job!

He had a hangover, the noob.

He claimed you insisted that

his paintings got the best places.

- It wasn't exactly so...

- Just what we thought!

Zorn played sick in order

to receive the prize.

I don't know really...

Prince Eugene comes to Paris

to be present at the ceremony.

Your Majesty, your Royal

Highnesses, ladies and gentlemen.

I have the honor to award the World

Exhibition's Grand Prix for painting.

The competition has been fierce.

However, the jury agreed...

the Nordic light is

shining brightest.

The prize goes to Sweden

and Mr. Anders Zorn.

- I must have something. A pilsner.

- No way a beer could help you!

Yes, please!

- Damn, how it's swaying!

- That's just inside your head.

- Haven't you slept at all?

- No.

The most beautiful in the world is

a summer night in the Archipelago.

- But you...

- I just crashed I think.

I was talking about the Nordic light.

When you started to snore.

But now I'm awake. Unfortunately.

- Help me get down a "restorer".

- That's what I meant. Pilsner...

- I feel so bad.

- Sure, you'll have a "restorer".

Hold your nose.

And close your eyes.

Closed eyes and open your mouth.

You must open your mouth!

Open mouth!

So! Big sips. Swallow now...

- Oh my God, I'm dying.

- You're not dying!

You don't look pretty today.

- I've never been a beauty.

- But today you look unusual ugly.

Rather that than being a

unhappy womaniser like you.

- You have a drinkers hiccup.

- It is perfectly normal hiccup.

That's drinkers hiccup.

Oh my God...

Ols-Maria...

Ols-Maria...

You are so remarkably beautiful.

More beautiful than all summer nights.

Beautiful mistresses and white boats

are expensive in maintenance.

- I can afford it.

- Yes, of course.

You are proud

over your nice price.

I've never bothered about prices.

But this one's different.

They can say whatever they want.

This should prove

that one isn't totally without talent.

Really recognized in Sweden,

I'll never become.

- You're a champ in painting.

- You talk so much crap, Albert.

But maybe some of the critics

will shut up now.

But actually

it doesn't mean a anything!

Who is the father of the child?

She can tell me so we get

it right in the church records.

Ida doesn't need to worry. She wants

the child to be baptised, right?

Just say who the baby's father is.

- I don't know.

- Ida shall tell me the truth.

I can't say it.

- Then I don't know what I can do.

- I want him to get baptised anyway.

But I may not know about his father...

She's a disgrace for the village!

Disgraced by an illegitimate kid!

- What should the boy be called?

- Anders.

One day at the Royal Castle,

the next day we are disgraced!

- I'm glad father doesn't need to see it.

- Your father had also other women!

My father always said that you only

wanted to enter the Stockholm Society.

That if you could love somebody,

it was yourself. Dad said...

- Continue.

- He said you are an adventurer.

That I know well.

"If Mr. Zorn would at least paint

walls and fences instead."

Your father wanted a businessman

as son in law. Preferably a Jew.

- Do you dislike Jews?

- I'm married to a Jew.

- I didn't know the difference even.

- Is there a difference?

It's not only that we never eat pork...

Your father often said: "We have

a family name that is binding. "

- A beautiful idea.

- He regarded himself as superior.

Maybe he was.

- You think badly about us.

- To me all people equally.

Don't think you can trump me

just because you're educated!

You are so afraid for anyone

who knows more than you do.

Well, I'm just a dumb country boy.

You think you're a class above me.

Wrong, you feel you are a class

under, of some odd reason.

I remember very well

when you painted it.

We had just met.

"I must paint you," you said.

You should conquer the world.

"I'll show them," you said.

I was so much in love.

You were so caring.

- Now you don't care.

- We're still married.

But you've others. The whole district

gossips about you and Ida.

Didn't we talk ready about it?

I don't care what they say.

How will you handle with

Ida and the child?

- That I take care of.

- Do you care about that girl?

- She's just a nice piece of ass.

- You have your expressions.

But it's alright.

As long as it's not one of us.

- You've met a French woman...

- Who says that?

- We live in a small world.

- Old broads love to invent stories.

- So it's not true?

- I haven't met any French woman.

That's not very smart.

Visit the prince in a red suit.

He's like a rooster who must cark.

Zorn! Shouldn't you make peace

with Richard Berg and the others?

- The Artists Association needs you.

- I happen to make money now.

It doesn't match with the Artists

Association's democratic ideals.

- There's nothing wrong with democracy.

- Surely it's a beautiful idea.

- Zorn is individualistic.

- Maybe.

The Prince knows that society

is divided into different classes.

It's like a ladder. I was all down

at the bottom when I was born.

I was poor.

I didn't even have a father.

I was born on the floor of a barn.

And my father was never mentioned.

But you're an example of that one

can climb up to its proper class.

Sure, I've had success

but I'm still a poor devil.

You're a true artist

and a down to earth person.

Zorn... My father

is very pleased with the portrait.

- So the king was satisfied?

- In the highest degree.

- It wasn't too weird anyway.

- I think the Prince may get more guests.

Oh my God, it's the French

ambassador. Excuse me...

Not so fast!

Serve the ladies first!

Didn't you promise to finish

the painting of Ols-Maria?

It's time enough.

Do you work for the usual price,

or paint her for free?

Don't worry.

I'll get paid.

- Come in! Oh, is that you?

- May I come in?

You may. But the dog also?

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